The Tingling: My Story of a Living Form

By Alexandra Porter, PhD

No man can exist without a maker. In the physical world, we attribute that title to our mother and father. They are the ones we call our parentsour makers. During our early years, it is these people whom we consciously recognize as our first treasures. Then, there comes a time when we begin to grow up and start to look deeper into the subject. As you follow the trail in this book that has been prepared for the reader, I hope that you can find some treasures along the way.

This book is my concept of an invisible, formless substance that has become my constant companion. The Tingling is my storythe story of a woman who is in tune with an invisible, formless substance whose idyllic visions are its form of communication. The unique concepts in this book are novel and unexplored areas of healing, which have been in my practice for many years. I wanted to share my visions with you in hope that they would show you a different point of view. I will share with you several meaningful life experiences to best illustrate the methods of communication I maintained with an invisible force I call the Tingling. I hope the framework and patterns of this book enhance your perspective view of the life you are leading.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499075205

Alexandra Porter, PhD

Alexandra Porter is a registered nurse and a nursing instructor in the state of California. As a registered nurse, she has a life teaching credential and a life public health certificate; and she teaches all levels of nursing. She has a Bachelor of Science degree in Nursing, a Master’s degree in Education, and a Ph.D. in Health and Human Services.

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Foreword

Acknowledgment

Introduction

1. Union From Divine Energy

2. Law Of Group Consciousness

3. The Stranger, A Voice, That Process

4. The Tingling Family

5. The Water Pond

6. Me And The Power Of The Tingling

7. I Could Have Sworn I Heard The Birds Cry

8. Me Forgets Who We Are

9. Universal Energy

10. Divine Essence Always Lights The Darkness

11. The Vehicle Of The Ego

12. The Green Daffodils

About The Author

Bibliography

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FOREWORD

My mother once said that in this world, spirituality was routine for those who dedicated their lives to its practice. She was herself very spiritual. Her definition of routine was included in her description of spirituality. Her spiritual faculties of vision and hearing were very well-cultivated and mastered. Through these means her daily life was a routine task. She had a means of traveling from the physical world to any of the others, with the same ease with which one would perform a routine task such as brushing the teeth or taking a bath. In her statement, she was saying that in the practice of spirituality, the same phenomena are experienced again and again; thus, spirituality was a routine task.

My mother’s words were not clear, to me, then, but I have experienced the phenomena of dreamlike visions routinely since I was five years old and can vouch for her use of the word routine.

In this earthly life, my mother was clairvoyant and clairaudient. She was the spiritual model who allowed me to experience what others could not see.

This is a book whose story is dedicated to the memory of my mother, Paulina G. Cabezudo, a human life that I loved.

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

My intention in writing this book is to convey my deepest gratitude to everyone who loved my stories and asked for another book. It is a great privilege to present these warm and spiritually healing stories to everyone who is seeking to be healed.

I am grateful to all the people who made this book a reality. Among these are my parents, for serving as my spiritual models—in particular my mother—for being one of the examples that bestowed upon me a love without any limit.

My children: David, whose inner struggle triggered my own spiritual search; Adam, for his silent love and encouragement; and Julie, for her continuously active loving support.

I thank my children’s families, through their marriages, for their willingness to be nonjudgmental in the areas of nonvisible realms of life. I am also grateful for their sensitivity to concepts and ideas that are different from theirs.

My immediate family, for seeing my light and letting it shine, as well as for all their support, light, and love throughout the years.

Throughout this human experience, I am grateful to my friends, for being what I wanted them to be. In particular to my dear departed friends:

Honey Chodan, who was my best friend since high school; until her death from breast cancer, we shared the most important moments in our lives.

Diane Yankelovitz, who edited all my research material in health and human services, every book I wrote, and all the conferences and talks I presented; until her death, we shared the spiritual principles found in this book.

Eric Joubert, another dear friend, who enjoyed reading my conferences and written material; as a clairvoyant and clairsentient himself, he continued to challenge me until the end of his terrestrial journey.

I miss them dearly; may they continue to rest in peace.

Most importantly, I am grateful for The Tingling and the privilege of self-expression with my Soul Spirit.

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INTRODUCTION

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

—Thornton Wilder

No man can exist without a maker. In the physical world, we attribute that title to our mother and father. They are the ones we call our parents—our makers. During our early years, it is these people whom we consciously recognize as our first treasures. Then there comes a time when we begin to grow up and start to look deeper into the subject. As you follow the trail in this book that has been prepared for the reader, I hope that you can find some treasures along the way.

This book is my concept of an invisible, formless substance that has become my constant companion. The Tingling is my story—the story of a woman who is in tune with an invisible, formless substance whose idyllic visions are its form of communication. The unique concepts in this book are novel and unexplored areas of healing that have been in my practice for many years. I wanted to share my visions with you in the hope that they would show you a different point of view. I will share with you several meaningful life experiences to best illustrate the methods of communication I maintained with an invisible force I call The Tingling. I hope the framework and patterns of this book enhance your perspective view of the life you are leading.

When a human life is searching for enlightenment, an inner invisible force makes the person an inner aspect of the totality. In a sense, understanding this living form and its force is what this book is all about. The conscious awareness of our own evolution in a specific level of understanding is in some factual cases the actual life event, because in the awareness, each is completing the evolutionary phase of that specific event. In this revelation, the individual’s level of understanding may differ from one person to another. In fact, understanding one’s daily life experience is the key to its force and a person’s first step toward enlightenment.

Sometimes, a person has an enlightening discovery and becomes aware of The Tingling in accordance with their level of understanding. The purpose for enlightenment is to activate our soul’s evolution. Events are those transitory encounters that we find throughout our daily lives. In fact, I truly believe that life itself is a one-time event of a soul’s experience in which each soul has several lifetimes of different phases of being.

In any enlightening experience that takes us into another dimension, a person is responding to an event and a force that has the qualities of The Tingling. In this dimension, as we go into separateness, we discover that we have become one. To me, each lifetime seems to be a point in the time-space continuum of a soul, and each point is a life issue that a soul is living. In this belief, the points are lived in order to experience the physical aspect of each issue.

The belief also includes a specific number of souls with their multiple points in the same time-space continuum. The points are human lives of a soul in which a person can become aware that each human life has a potential for discovering The Tingling. In addition, the mastery of having a physical experience is a soul’s highest goal.

While thinking of writing this book, in my mind’s eye I perceived its front cover and the details of each chapter. In my thoughts was a strange feeling, as if the book had already been written. I also sensed that the experiences of another being are contained in this book, along with the strange sensation that the other being and I were one. As my excitement grew stronger, I began to write. In this exhilarating state, I wrote … and I wrote … and I wrote. It was as if I had memorized the words of a book I had already written. I hope it sheds light into your life, as it has done for mine.

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UNION FROM DIVINE ENERGY

How could the drops of water know themselves to be

a river? Yet the river flows on.

—Antoine de St. Exupéry

To begin this story, I will have to tell you about the day when I was learning how to meditate. On that day, my world was taken apart in pieces and then returned to its original place. In the process, those things that were dear to me fell apart in front of me, and I was never the same. That day, I was destined to become the new and developed consciousness that followed.

I was fourteen years old when I learned to meditate. The reason I wanted to learn was because I thought it would give me an opportunity to find what was in store for my future. I was under the impression that in a meditative state, I was going to see all the details of the life I was destined to lead. I also felt that knowing my future would allow me to reach my goals in a more precise manner. Along with my future, I wanted to be sure that I was going to be happy for the rest of my life. My need to see the future was due to the confusion I was feeling related to a career and educational path. I felt that by learning to meditate, my destiny would no longer be a mystery to me.

My need to discover what I had come to this world to accomplish was an erroneous thought-form. Within me was a belief system that validated my erroneous thought-forms. Although I was unaware of its existence, the thought-forms of that belief system were controlling my life and the way I behaved toward life. On that day, I discovered that meditation was not going to be a conscious effort for me and that I was already trained to meditate. The day I learned to meditate happened to be a day when everything that I thought was pure and sacred was validated by my own erroneous belief system, a belief system that was ruling the way I behaved toward life. In my belief system, to meditate meant that one was able to leave one’s body and travel through space in search of an appropriate life, which in reality was one’s future life. In that belief, the erroneous thought-form that surfaced that day was quite interesting.

When I sat to meditate that day, I saw lights bouncing like springs. The lights were bright, and each had its own distinct quality. They resembled miniature stars twinkling upon a background of darkness. The lights appeared to be flashing on and off in a well-organized rhythmic style. It was almost as if they were each performing for a different play on the same stage. After what appeared to be hours, I heard a voice say, This is it, and all the lights disappeared. The voice was soft, melodic, low as a whisper, and appeared to be coming from a young female. For the next few moments, I saw nothing, and wondered if something needed to be done by me in order to reach my goal. I quickly went through the meditation steps I was given and found I had completed all of them. Then I sat still for several moments longer, and because I was still in the darkness, I deduced that the meditation activity had not yielded the expected results.

While sitting in that nothingness, I felt that my body was beginning to swirl on its axis. It appeared to be rotating to the right and, at the same time, vibrating in unison with a strong magnetic pull upwards. At this time, I heard a sound that whispered, You are there, and my eyes opened as if I had awakened from a dream. This voice was identical to the first and sounded almost as if it had been uttered by the same young female.

When I told my mother about my experience, she nodded her head and said, Good! After telling several of my friends about the experience, they each said the same thing: Good! Wanting to feel good, I began to formulate definitions for what I had experienced. However, my comprehension level was very limited, and I simply did not understand what was meant by the word good.

A year later, after several similar experiences, I met a woman who explained to me the real purpose of meditation. She said that in meditation, a person wants to be in ‘universality’ with their universal prototype. Once again, the explanation was very profound for me. However, this time I knew that any further explanation would be of no use to me, so I simply thanked her.

In the years that followed, I noticed that every time I meditated, it had an overt effect upon my life, and I continued to practice it. Every time I meditated, I felt at peace with myself and with those around me. As the years went by, it became apparent to me that each time I meditated, I felt more conscious of my body and my surroundings. In each meditation, the process I was using was becoming a habit that I deeply enjoyed. My physical life was becoming easier to understand, and my spiritual life appeared to be blending with it. I was beginning to feel at peace with myself at all times, and others were beginning to notice it.

One day, during a meditation, I felt something vibrating around me that I could not see. When I asked in my meditation, What was that vibration? the answer was, It is you! Because I did not understand the response, according to me, the question had not been answered. My question was specific, and I expected a specific response. I waited silently, hoping that somehow I would receive an answer, but all I heard was the sound of the vibration. Pondering upon the experience, I realized that the vibration was a formless matter that appeared to have the qualities of another form of life. I felt that the vibration was its voice. The substance I felt around me had mass and weight and a distinct presence that I felt within and around me. Because of its qualities, it had to be alive, but it had to be something other than me. This was the only plausible explanation I had at the time.

As the years went by, I heard many explanations and many profound statements. The thoughts I had created were in some instances flawless; at times, they appeared to answer all my questions, and at other times, they sparked a profound perplexity within me that made me search for more. However, I did not believe that there were life forms besides my own outside of this universe. Hence, I was unable to relate to a formless invisible life that was always within and around me.

Many years later, during my practice of celestial healing, I understood what the lady meant when she said that in meditation a person wants to be in ‘universality’ with their universal prototype. At that time, I had begun to practice spiritual healing in my home, and one day, a client told me that he thought I was massaging his stomach deeply and forcefully. The sensation he felt was soothing, strengthening, and healing the pain he was feeling in his stomach. With his eyes closed he said he felt one of my hands inside his stomach. Upon further evaluation, he realized that the hand he felt in his stomach was twice as large as my hand. Then he opened his eyes to see what I was doing and saw that I was sitting in a chair with my eyes close. My hands were resting on my lap and I appeared to be silently praying—my hands were not touching him. When he told me his experience, he said that he had imagined my hand inside his stomach. Since I was unable to give him an explanation for his experience, I remained silent.

This story reappeared several years later, on a Thursday during the month of September. During that time, I was working as a school nurse in a grammar school. I had started a new school year, and my duties as a school nurse had been changed. That year I was going to be more involved with state regulations and the immunization of students with those state mandates. As I prepared to start an immunization clinic, the trail of paperwork became almost unbearable. On that Thursday, I had reached my saturation point and once again became consciously aware of the invisible, formless vibration within and around me.

When I left my office that afternoon, I was mentally drained and physically exhausted. I felt as if the day had been totally wasted with nonsensical activities and was thinking of all the work I still had to do in order to start an immunization clinic at my school site. On my way home, I stopped to visit a friend who was ill and to buy groceries for dinner. During that time I was able to concentrate on something other than the immunization project, and my physical body prepared me for what was yet to come.

When I arrived home, it was seven thirty-five in the evening, and my husband had cooked dinner. The children had already eaten and were working on their school projects for the following day. After changing my clothes, I served myself dinner and noticed that a peaceful vibration was present around and within me. While I ate dinner, the thoughts of the immunization clinic vanished. I knew I was consuming food, but the eating activity felt distant from my mind. During that time, in that physical activity, all I felt was the nothingness I often found in my meditations.

While sitting in that nothingness, I felt that my body was beginning to swirl on its axis. At that point, my eating activity stopped, and my conscious awareness shifted to the nothingness around me. It appeared to me that I was rotating to the right and, at the same time, vibrating in unison with a strong magnetic pull upward. I knew then that I was in a meditative state and recognized that in this state, there was peace.

That nothingness took me to